Returning home from my first project in Uganda, I loved to talk about my experience to anyone and everyone who would listen. My favorite topic: the kids.
On my second trip, I made one promise to my mom, “I won’t bring back
any babies”.
Working in a children’s home, keeping that promise was much
harder than expected.
In the past month, I have spent over 150 hours with the
staff and children of Sanyu Babies’ Home. I’ve seen the good, the bad, and the
very messy. My heart has been full and broken, often in the same day.
I’ve tried to ignore the fact that this is my last week
here, but the staff continue to let me know how much they and the kids
are going to miss me. I inform them that it makes leaving much easier (not).
The respect I have for these caretakers grows everyday. They
are full time mothers to their own children in addition to the fifty at Sanyu. Their
lives are anything but sunshine and they can come off cold. It’s hard to grow
attached to children, volunteers, and others who make brief appearances in
their lives.
About halfway through my stay at Sanyu, they began to call
me, “Mama Hannah Maria”. I laughed at
first, thought they were mimicking the kids who called me, “Mama (H)annah”, but
soon learned it was a sign of respect. I worked alongside them, I came to know
them, and I came to love them just as I love those children.
I know I am in no position to take care of a child;
emotionally, financially, etc. As a newly turned 21 year-old, it is arguable if
I can even take care of myself. There is one little boy, though, who made me
question all of that. Here’s a bit of his story,
“He was born to a 13 year old girl. He was
conceived out of rape by the biological father of the 13 yr old girl who is
currently imprisoned. When the father was imprisoned, all the relatives put the
blame on the little 13 yr old girl and so they disowned her. They chased her
away from home and she was cared for by ****** Crisis Pregnancy center until he
was born. The family has signed legal documentation expressing wishes to not
have contact with the child.”
My heart is heavy.
*update soon to come*
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